Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

"Mom, you and Dad rest first. Wanwan and I will tidy up." She pushed her parents into the master bedroom. "If you're hungry, there are noodles in the kitchen. Don't worry about anything, I'll take care of everything."

After closing the door, Bian Zhizhi leaned against it and let out a long breath.

"Are you still holding on?" Su Wan handed her a glass of warm water.

Bian Zhizhi took the glass and drank half of it in one gulp: "I have to hold on even if I can't."

She walked to the window.

The rain is still falling, a fine, dense drizzle.

The leaves of the tall magnolia tree in the yard shone brightly after being washed by the rain.

Everything was completely different from the exquisite and luxurious cage in the Wei family's home.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

It's a balance notification from the bank's app.

All those bonuses combined would indeed be a huge sum of money that could allow an ordinary family to live comfortably for decades.

Wei Yanqiu probably never imagined that this money would become the capital for her escape.

"Do you have enough money?" Su Wan asked.

"That's enough." Bian Zhizhi turned off her phone. "It's enough for the surgery, rehabilitation, and my parents' future life. My own expenses are low. Once things settle down, maybe I can open a small studio to teach children to draw, or take on some illustration work."

She spoke calmly, but Su Wan noticed that her hand gripping the cup was so tight that her knuckles were protruding.

"No regrets?" Su Wan asked softly.

Bian Zhizhi remained silent for a long time.

The sound of rain pattering outside the window, and the distant sounds of the city awakening.

The city is waking up, and she is fleeing a dream she shouldn't be having.

"Regret what?" she finally asked, turning to look at Su Wan. "Wanwan, I almost fell in love with him. I almost forgot who I was and why I was there."

"Then why...?"

"Because that's wrong." Bian Zhizhi interrupted her, her voice trembling slightly, "Wrong time, wrong identity, wrong way."

Everyone in that house was sick: Wei Zixian, Wei Yanqiu… and me.

She put down her cup and took out the velvet boxes from the inner compartment of her suitcase; inside were the jewelry given to her by Wei Yanqiu.

"I'll find a chance to get rid of these." She closed the box. "Adding the money left in the card, that's my and my parents' future security."

Su Wan looked at her.

Bian Zhizhi in college was gentle and soft; now, she is resilient yet possesses a resolute spirit.

"So...you're still thinking about him?"

Bian Zhizhi did not answer immediately.

She looked at the rain and vaguely saw the bedroom with its heavy curtains drawn again. In the darkness, Wei Zixian held her arm tightly and she could hear his suppressed breathing.

"I do think about it," she said honestly, "but not in the way he wants me to. I think about whether he's okay now, but I'm even clearer that leaving was the right thing to do. It's better for him and for me."

She exhaled, as if expelling the last bit of hesitation: "Let's go, get ready, we'll go to the hospital this afternoon."

*

Wei Zixian rushed into the monitoring room, shoved the security guard on duty aside, and threw himself in front of the control panel.

His fingers tapped on the keyboard, the movements slightly hesitant due to suppressed trembling, but he was too familiar with the system.

A few years ago, when he upgraded the security of his house, he didn't trust outsiders and spent half a year figuring out all the operations himself.

Fast forward, search, and zoom in to after 10 PM last night.

The screen flickers.

The corridor was empty, and the night lights were dim.

11:03 AM, side door surveillance.

coming.

A black sedan slowly drove up to the door.

A young man got out of the driver's seat; he was neither Butler Li nor anyone else in the house.

The trunk opened, and she got out.

Side branches.

In the video, she is dragging a small suitcase.

The man was carrying another, slightly larger box.

They stood in front of the car for a few seconds, and the man seemed to be saying something. She nodded.

Then she turned around and glanced in the direction of the main building.

Just one glance.

It was very short, only about two seconds.

The surveillance footage was blurry, but Wei Zixian could clearly see the outline of her slightly tilted head; she was looking towards the direction of his room's window.

There was no wave, no pause, and the expression on his face was unreadable.

Then she opened the car door and got into the back seat.

The car drove out of the frame and disappeared into the night.

Wei Zixian's hand, pressed against the control panel, was so taut that his knuckles were deathly white, and the veins on the back of his hand were bulging.

He played those thirty seconds over and over again.

She got off the bus, she turned around, she glanced at it, and then she got back on.

Once, twice, three times...

On the tenth attempt, the security guard cautiously spoke up: "Young Master, do you need me...?"

"go out."

The security guard immediately shut up, left, and closed the door behind him.

Wei Zixian turned off the screen and sat in complete darkness, with only the red light of the monitor indicator light flickering on his face.

The door was gently pushed open, and Wei Yanqiu stood in the doorway.

She saw her younger brother with his back to her, motionless.

Then, his back slowly bent down, he curled up in the chair, buried his head deep in the chair, and his shoulders began to tremble uncontrollably.

No sound.

There were no sobs, no choking, only silent and violent trembling.

Wei Yanqiu was pinned to the spot, his heart struck hard by a heavy hammer.

She had seen her brother cry before, but never like now, unable to even make a sound when crying.

After an unknown amount of time, Wei Zixian stood up.

He didn't look at her, walking straight past her with a blank, unfocused gaze.

He went back to his room and slammed the door shut.

The sound of the lock clicking shut was clear and jarring.

Mingde Hospital, VIP Department.

Director Chen is around fifty years old and has a refined and scholarly demeanor.

After watching the film and report he brought, he spoke very directly.

"The vocal cord mass looks okay in the imaging, but its location is bad, being right next to the edge of the vocal cord."

The surgery can be performed; we have one of the top laryngeal microsurgery teams in China.

However, the extent to which the voice will recover after surgery depends on the nature of the tumor and the situation during the operation.

Lin Suxin gripped her daughter's hand tightly, her voice trembling with anxiety: "Doctor, what's the worst that could happen?"

"In the worst-case scenario, the tumor is malignant and requires extensive excision, and postoperative radiotherapy may also be necessary."

Even if it's benign, if it damages key structures of the vocal cords, it can cause permanent hoarseness or even loss of voice. Director Chen adjusted his glasses. "Mr. Bian is a teacher?"

Bian Wenbai nodded, wanting to speak, but only managed a hoarse sound from his throat, and in the end could only nod again.

"I understand." Director Chen pondered for a moment. "In that case, arrange for hospitalization first, to conduct enhanced examinations and laryngoscopic biopsy to determine the nature of the infection."

If it's benign, schedule surgery as soon as possible. I'll do it myself and try my best to preserve your voice.

But you should be prepared that even if the surgery is successful, Mr. Bian will likely find it difficult to teach for extended periods in the future, as his vocal cords will be less capable of handling the strain.

As Lin Suxin left the consultation room, tears finally streamed down her face. She covered her mouth to stop herself from crying out loud.

Bian Wenbai hugged his wife and patted her back repeatedly. He couldn't make a sound, so he could only mouth: It's okay, it's okay.

Bian Zhizhi looked at her parents.

In just a few months, my father's temples turned mostly white, and the wrinkles around my mother's eyes became so deep they looked like they were carved in.

They could have enjoyed their later years in peace, but because of her choice, they have to leave their hometown and face illness in their old age.

"Uncle and Aunt, don't worry," Su Wan said gently. "Director Chen is a top expert. If he says he can do it, he's confident."

"They need to be admitted to the hospital for examination first. Zhizhi, you go and handle the formalities; I'll take your uncle and aunt to the ward."